Hit The Deck

Let loose on 'em, yea, let loose on 'em

Hit the Deck. Crooked I and King Tech

[Crooked I]

I spit impossible rhymes, full of philosophical lines

My phenomenal shine, is leaving everyone of your opticals blind

Run you over when it's Apocalypse time

Half nigga, half fesal like Optimus Prime

Cockin' this nine to pop ya

Permanent disfigurement

Have you rocking half a mask like the phantom of the opera

My three is how fast I drop ya

Walk fast, that bothers the speed they clock to

Hatchet, acid, delivery chopped ya

You thought you had a win here

Like watching porno flicks with six chicks

I'm the hardest nigga in here

Straps under you here, we blast like every night's new year

Seribal hemispheres get blue here

No need to cuss and fuss, just

Hop out of the bushes scratched up from the brush ya bust

I make the angriest athiest praise me, if not

He's feeling the simultaneous pain of a shot

And the shank in his pancreas, maybe it's my instantenous clots

The craziest nigga couldn't face me if an alien gave him his thoughts

Us kamikazees regulate

I strap a bomb under my trench coach

And hug you 'till it detonates

I was brainwashed by NWA and BDP

I'm the year two-thousand versin of the D.O.C

When Crooked I spot these fake clicks

They better be able to dodge bullets like the Matrix, I take six

I'm so ominent, it's in dominant, improminent, hip-hop conglomerate

On this continent I'm BOMBING IT